19. Marcus

19

MARCUS

I t takes every last scrap of restraint to keep from touching Bella without permission. Because watching Wyatt fuck her at our kitchen table is the sexiest thing I've ever had the privilege to witness firsthand.

Oil makes her skin shine as thick fingers plunge in her ass. I want to replace those digits with my cock, already hard and leaking as I squeeze my hand around my shaft over my boxers.

I can't stand it any longer, reaching forward for the bottle and spinning it. I almost swear fealty to whatever god makes it land on Bella.

Wyatt pauses, nudging her with his nose. "Bottle landed on you, sweetheart."

"Mmm." She's blissed out, riding the waves to a new orgasm. Only the third out of so, so many.

My dare isn't a fair request, but Bella pushed it to this point by daring Wyatt to fuck her in front of us. I can't feel too bad about what comes out of my mouth. "I dare you to try taking both of us."

Her breath catches, and she stiffens for a few seconds before she nods. It's small and barely there, but I see it. No sooner has she given me the silent confirmation, than my boxers are hitting the floor, my cock in one hand and oil in the other, before I'm coating myself.

Wyatt grins naughtily as he withdraws his fingers from her oiled-up ass and spreads her cheeks for me. He knew exactly where this was going, and I'm glad he tested her before I gained enough courage to ask.

Cock poised to take her anally, I pause and lean over her. "Tell me if it's too much, love, and I'll stop."

Those pretty green eyes open and focus on me long enough for her to whisper a soft okay . I press a kiss to the back of her neck, her shoulders, down her spine, and I press into her. The tight ring of muscle resists for a few long seconds before she relaxes and lets me in.

It's a tight fit, and the few strokes it takes to seat me all the way have Bella shaking.

I smooth my hands down her back. "Still okay?"

"Mmm-hmm." Voice weak and needy, she arches just a little bit, and it's all I need to start thrusting at a steady pace. When Wyatt moves, I can feel him through the thin barrier separating us.

Our rhythms match up, and Bella finds her voice again.

I reach forward and wrap my hand in her hair before pulling her off Wyatt's chest, sharpening the arch of her back and spreading her thighs wider. Gradually, I lift her high enough that Wyatt is able to latch onto one of her nipples.

We're both rewarded with her clamping down on us. Fuck, I've never struggled to keep my own pleasure in check, but everything about Bella makes me want to explode, fill her up, stake a claim on her with my cock first, cum second, and the means to show her how many rounds I can go third.

I can't maintain Wyatt's slower pace, plundering her ass like I'll reach treasure if I dig deep enough. Her cries are wild, her body fighting the onslaught we're laying on her.

Fuck, the way she easily takes us drives hope between my ribs. I want her like this every damn day. The picture is almost perfect. If only she'd let River take her mouth.

Stupid. Unrealistic. I want her filled with our cocks all the time.

My hand lowers to her throat, giving her a gentle squeeze as I nip at her ear. My other hand pushes against her rising hips, holding her in place as I jackhammer her ass. The soft fap, fap, fap of my pelvis smacking her round ass has me seething against her lobe.

I need to feel her come. I need it soon, or I'm going to go ballistic.

I tell her so, and she bleats low with pleasure.

Wyatt shifts, and Bella's clamping down on us. Wyatt and I echo each other's groans, riding out her pleasure. She slumps against Wyatt, recovering.

Meeting my friend's gaze, I nod toward the table and raise my brow. Time to switch things up a little. He agrees, brushing her red hair from her forehead.

"You ready for a little movement, sweetheart?"

She snorts. "You mean another position?"

He laughs under her, and I can't help but grin. "That's exactly what we mean, love."

I retreat as Wyatt lifts and settles her on the sturdy table. He slips out of her and lets me take over when I reach for her. Carefully propping her on her side, I lift her ankle over my shoulder and slide into her nice, hot core. She clamps down on me immediately, making a soft noise of pleasure.

I kiss the tender skin of her ankle as I find a decent pace. Fuck, I want to come inside her. Want to watch Wyatt and River fill her up, too. I feel like an utter predator, a creep, but the way she hums with need drives that notion away.

Wyatt strokes himself beside the table, and I watch the way she licks her lips. She and I seem to be waiting for the same thing.

"You still hungry, love?"

Her grin has me nibbling her slender calf.

"What? You think she wants to gobble down my cock?" Wyatt asks for us both. As dirty—okay, absolutely nasty—as my thoughts can turn, I struggle to ask for what I want.

But boy, do I like to give pleasure. Especially to Bella. Especially right now.

Her mouth parts, and there's only a beat of silence before Wyatt steps forward and presses the head of his cock across her waiting tongue. At some point, I want the joy of feeling her suck me down the way she does Wyatt, her cheeks hollowing.

His jaw drops momentarily before he clenches his teeth. I give a bit more power to my thrusts, still taking it easy on her. It's sexy as hell to watch her take more and more of him until she gags, and I feel it all the way in her core.

My friend's big fingers weave into her hair, tip her chin back, and he glides in deeper.

I moan, adjusting to a deeper angle, knee up on the table behind her. Her hips and ass give under my grip, soft and addictive. Her breasts jiggle in their bra, barely holding on. I want those in my hands as well. But I'm saving the last scrap of her clothes for River.

Instead, I focus on the way I can play her body. My thumb drops over her clit, earning a muffled cry from around Wyatt's cock.

Fuck, she has to be the sexiest woman alive.

Each stroke of her pearl matches my thrusts, and her pussy coils around me, tighter and tighter and tighter until pleasure blitzes down my spine, drawing up my balls. I refuse to shoot my load this quickly. Even if I can keep it up long after my first orgasm.

Pride, reinforced by the truth.

Still, now is not the time. If I think about it enough, I'll manifest more and more time with Bella. More of this. More intimate moments just between the two of us. Because, fuck, she's perfect. For me. For us.

Her full moans vibrate in her chest, and Wyatt groans in response, taking her mouth and throat with more force.

She clamps down on me, writhing against the walnut tabletop. Drenching me with her cum, she shakes and whimpers, and I slow nearly to a stop. For my benefit as much as hers. Edging isn't a new concept for me, but it's a struggle to hold on.

My hips roll in lazy plunges, pausing to nudge deeply within her before returning to the slow roll. I can keep myself just barely holding on.

Wyatt pulls out of her mouth, a string of drool pulling between them. He wipes a thumb across her lips to clear it away. She pouts at him, as if to ask why he didn't come for her. Her hand reaching out to stroke him has him stiffen, every muscle clenching in his chest and stomach as she gropes him.

"I know you can go again after, so let me have it." Bella's voice is low and husky with need.

I peek over at River, whose rapt attention has his eyes smoldering, reflecting back the same feeling this woman causes within me. He cups himself, squeezing and releasing. Squeezing and releasing. The wait must be the best kind of torture.

Okay, the second best, because having sex with Bella certainly ranks higher. Keeping myself from coming, the need consuming me from the inside out, slowly eating away at my restraint. And I can't wait for her to break it.

Bella has her mouth on Wyatt again, sucking hard at the head of his cock as she strokes him. His hand is wrapped in her hair, and he’s looking at her like a caveman ready to clobber her and drag her off as his own. We need to change positions.

I nod to Wyatt, and he coaxes her off his shaft.

God, the way she whimpers when he retreats is such a sweet sound. All three of us are affected by it.

I gather her up in my arms, and she's so much lighter than I imagined. Turning us back to the sturdy chair, I set her down and draw her knees up. "Hold on, love."

She wraps her arms around her knees, blinking at me with a mix of innocence and yearning, daring me to show her just how dirty we can be together. Oh, sweet little thing, I'll be more than happy to show you.

River, Wyatt, and Bella watch as I push the head of my cock into her ass, thrusting twice. Her mouth grows wide as I fuck her until she's dripping wet and swearing a small tirade of oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit under her breath.

She clamps down on me, gripping me hard with her core as she starts to come. I slide back into her ass, pounding hard and pressing her clit as she cries out.

"Take her mouth again."

Wyatt moves without hesitation, coaxing her head back as I take control of her thighs. River's tension beside me is so palpable that I have to take action. Her tender little puss gets no more attention until he joins us, and when I meet Wyatt's gaze, he seems to read my mind.

We want to share her, and the only way to do that is with all three of us.

With this new goal comes a new tactic—okay, not that different from the last—time to make her come, empty, again and again until she breaks.

And we're off to a good start. She's shaking under me, stiffening as her muted moans increase.

" Fuck, " Wyatt swears under his breath, pulling back to tease himself in her mouth. Those needy noises spill with a bit more force from Bella. The volume builds, and she clamps down on me, threatening to take me with her.

Who knew a woman could take so much and still be this irresistible, be this much fun?

Wyatt smooths her hair from her face, rubbing the underside of his head across her bottom lip as a full cry rings through the extension. "That's right, sweetheart. Let go."

Suddenly, she's silent and stiff. Every slap of my hips against her round cheeks strangles a gasp out of her. Her core pulses, drenched, and her climax hits her hard, twisting her in my grasp until she's limb and trembling.

"Oh, my God."

I slow to a long glide, massaging her hips to give them a respite.

Wyatt voices my thoughts. "No more two-minute breaks, sweetheart?"

Her low moan trails off into a whimper.

"Enjoy having two men to please you too much?"

She nods.

"Does it have you wondering how much fun it will be to have the three of us?"